Chapter 1596

Natasha scraped into the cabin swiftly and violently like a whirlwind. Just as she wanted to run up to the second floor along the stairs, she saw Loki, who had just come in with Gwen Spider-Man, walking upstairs with a deck of cards in her hand.

"Loki, wait a moment," Natasha rushed over and stopped Loki, looked at her green eyes and said: "What are you going up for?"

"Of course, to find Gwen," Loki shrugged, showed the deck of cards in her hand to Natasha and said: "She promised to teach me how to play this deck of cards before the food was ready, but she was called up by Schiller to change her paper before she could start."

"Uh, are you sure she just went to change her paper?"

Loki examined Natasha with some doubt, then licked her lips, revealed a slightly unbelievable expression and said: "Natasha, are you serious? You just fell into Schiller's hands like this?"

"I... alright, listen, Loki, I know it's unlikely for Schiller to lay a hand on a minor, but you also know how wild this Miss Gwen's style is. I don't want her to stay in Schiller's room for too long."

Loki stepped back two steps slowly, looking at Natasha's eyes, as if she had known her for the first day. Before she could ask more, Natasha grabbed Loki's arm and said: "You're going up to find her, right? Then hurry up. It's best if you can bring Gwen back here, so Schiller can free his hands to prepare food."

Loki pursed her lips, appearing a bit confused, but in the end, she shrugged and walked upstairs. Not long after, she and Gwen Spider-Man walked down together, Gwen Spider-Man still constantly complaining.

"My god, you were a big help, Loki. I almost thought he was going to eat me." After saying that, she giggled and reached out to hug Loki's shoulder, pulled her toward herself, showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled and said: "This time we are good sisters who share adversity. Let's go, I'll teach you how to play cards."

Loki was speechless, hugged her arms and walked quickly toward the sofa and said: "More than thirty spelling errors in a 500-word paper, you are really something."

Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time Schiller came out of the room again, his gaze still falling on Gwen and Loki. Natasha rushed forward and separated the two, revealed a fake smile that was not a smile, and said: "It just so happens that I also want to know how to play this game. Do you mind teaching me?"

"You actually don't know how to play German Heart Disease?!" Gwen Spider-Man widened her eyes in surprise and said: "Don't tell me I'm the only party girl here?"

"I'm afraid so, Miss. You can't expect a female agent from the former Soviet Union to often attend crazy parties of old Americans. Come on, tell me the rules, maybe we can join forces to win."

Gwen Spider-Man immediately rolled her eyes and said: "Stop messing around, this is not poker, there is no such thing as joining forces. Simply put, this is a game of reaction..."

Gwen Spider-Man briefly introduced the rules of the game "German Heart Disease" to Natasha and Loki. In short, there are different numbers of fruits printed on each of the 56 cards. Everyone takes turns playing cards. As long as the number of the same fruit on the table exceeds five, you slap the bell. It is the simplest party game.

Gwen Spider-Man revealed a mysterious smile, waved the paper cards in her hand and said: "It sounds a bit childish, right? You sitting here can't think of where it is fun, but after you really play it, you will understand."

Natasha and Loki were both confused. They thought this deck of 56 fruit cards would combine into some very complex rules, but they didn't expect it to be so simple, or rather, it shouldn't be called simple, but should be called retarded. Who can't do addition and subtraction within 5?

The two older women were simply full of question marks. Confused, they had deep worries about the IQ of Americans.

"I say this, you definitely don't have any real feeling. Why don't we try." Gwen Spider-Man pursed her lips and raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a bad smile. Natasha and Loki looked at each other and had to nod.

At this time, Schiller had already walked to the bottom of the stairs. Gwen Spider-Man waved at him vigorously and said: "None of us can cook, dinner will be left to you. We will play here for a while, bye."

Schiller shook his head, appearing a bit helpless, but still put his hands into his trench coat pockets, and then walked out the door.

After Schiller left, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. At least she managed to keep an eye on Gwen Spider-Man and Loki. And at this time, Gwen Spider-Man had already started preparing to flip the cards.

The three of them took turns flipping cards. The first card had two plums, the second card had three bananas. Natasha's hand hesitated for a moment, then remembered that the rules said there must be five identical fruits, and pulled it back.

The fourth card had one lemon, the fifth card had two lemons. Everyone took turns playing a round and didn't gather five fruits. The process was inevitably a bit boring.

But when the sixth card was thrown out, five bananas suddenly appeared. Natasha hesitated for a moment, so she was slow, but Gwen Spider-Man, who knew the rules better, and Loki, who reacted faster, slapped the bell at the same time.

Loki's movement was still faster. Of course, it was also possible that Gwen Spider-Man, who had spider-sense, deliberately let go. In short, Loki's hand pressed on the bell first, followed by Gwen Spider-Man's hand.

Originally, this was a very normal movement, but Loki's body suddenly stiffened because she could feel Gwen Spider-Man's fingers stroking the back of her hand with full suggestion, and even drew an arc.

Gwen Spider-Man pretended that nothing had happened and withdrew her hand. After a while, Loki also slowly withdrew her hand, and then in the next two rounds of the game, Loki, who was known for her intelligence in addition and subtraction within 5, didn't get a single one right.

This retarded game that couldn't be more retarded is all about "the heart is chaotic and the knife is slow." If bad friends play together, it is easy to slap each other's hands red when slapping the bell. Then the next time you want to grab the bell, you have to consider not grabbing the bell and getting slapped by others again.

But if you play with some people who are familiar but not very familiar, and have good feelings for each other, then the action of grabbing the bell, which might touch hands, will appear a bit ambiguous, and may even become an opportunity for one party to take the initiative.

Natasha didn't have any physical contact with the two of them throughout the process. Either the cards she flipped just happened to gather five, so she slapped the bell quickly, or she didn't react at all, and her hand didn't reach out, so she played a lonely game for these rounds.

Then, Gwen Spider-Man took out other props she bought and began to explain the rules of Truth or Dare or the turntable to them. This was indeed more interesting than the slightly retarded game of German Heart Disease, especially the gambling turntable, which was very much to Natasha's taste. From time to time, the female agent's loud laughter came from the house.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was hot, and the outside was not bad. After the ladies left, the men who had mastered good cooking skills began to prepare rich food for dinner, which could be roughly divided into meat processing area, fish processing area, and other staple food or vegetable processing area.

Nick and Steve, two Americans, were both processing meat. The cold fresh beef provided by the S. H. I. E. L. D. agent supermarket Gwen Spider-Man went to didn't need to be thawed and had already been divided into small pieces by Nick and marinated with sauce, but parts like lamb chops and chicken wings were frozen and were being thawed on the side.

Ivan brought over a basin of cut bell peppers. Nick skewered the meat in the way of one piece of meat and one piece of bell pepper. Steve was hammering steak on a cutting board made of tree rings on the other side, sprinkling the ground pepper on the surface of the steak.

Schiller was processing fish as always. This was actually the most difficult work. It is inevitably dirty and tiring for ordinary people to do it. After all, killing fish requires seeing blood, scaling, removing gills, and removing internal organs. The speed of processing must also be fast, otherwise the fish meat will easily become not fresh.

But Schiller could dig out a trace of crisp and neat beauty from this most mundane work, even carrying a kind of elegance like making art.

He placed a water pipe connected from the house next to the largest circular cutting board, grabbed a fish from the water tank, held its tail and slapped it on the cutting board, making a bang. After the fish fainted, the blade was accurately inserted into the gill part, and with a turn of the wrist, the gill was removed.

The boning knife in his hand tapped lightly on the cutting board, scraped off the fish scales in three or two strokes, pressed the fish side on the cutting board, cut it open along the abdominal line, raised the blade and scraped from top to bottom, then pressed the blade down and scraped from bottom to top, and the internal organs slid onto the cutting board along the blade.

He stood up the blade to scrape all the unnecessary internal organs, blood, and water out of the cutting board, then spread the fish out and drew fine lines with the tip of the knife to facilitate the entry of flavor, held the fish tail and threw it onto the pile of ice next to it, and then continued to the next fish.

The whole process couldn't be called very fast, but Schiller's kind of seriousness and focus added a different charm to this whole series of movements.

Unknowingly, Charles and Erik opposite him were only watching him process fish and forgot the work in their hands.

"I bet he has killed quite a few fish," Charles said with some emotion: "Perhaps he was a young fisherman, or he might have lived in a seaside city for a long time."

Erik glanced at Charles expressionlessly, having nothing to say to his old friend's innocence. He just stirred the water starch in his hand with a fork and said: "You are completely wrong. Fishermen and fishmongers pursue speed more, because that is the craft they use to make a living. Only if the efficiency is high enough can they earn more money."

Charles turned to look at Erik. Erik stirred the things in his hand and said: "It is very obvious that the occasion for Schiller to use a knife is not to provide him with materials for making a living, but to make him enjoy spiritual pleasure, so the speed is not fast, but very focused."

"He must have enjoyed it many times, every time slow, elegant, full of enjoyment, and then he kept all this in his heart, sublimated into a unique art, and tempered a unique temperament."

Erik's words echoed in Charles's ears, making him unable to help but think and recall. When he raised his head and looked at Schiller opposite, he actually saw a trace of youthfulness from the focused brows and forehead.

A hazy and ethereal light appeared before his eyes, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and connected with his special ability. An abyss crack was like a scar across the earth. In a trance, Charles saw a young man kneeling in a pool of blood, holding a knife in his hand.

The young man was pressing something with his kneeling knees. When the blade approached downward, he could see clearly that it was a giant bass, still having nerve reflexes, constantly twisting and struggling under him.

Charles couldn't help but be attracted and stared closely. Then, in the wound that had been cut open, he saw exactly twenty-four ribs.

Instantly, the thought storm swept across the Americas.